House Of The Rising Sun, The歌词

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor boy
And Lord I know I'm one
Go tell my brother Phillip
Don't do what I have done
To shun the house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Our mother she was a tailor
She sewed our old bluejeans
Our father he was a gambler
Way down in New Orleans
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the death of many poor boy
And Lord I know I'm one
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
To spend their life in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
With one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the death of many poor boy
And Lord I know I'm one